Fimbulvetr gusts it's icy winds,
wolves devour Moon and Sun.
Evil breaks it's bonds of sin,
attack on the Gods has begun.
Nidhug severs the roots of life,
the dead resurrect to fight.
Jormungand, arise from thy depths,
to bring forth the absence of light.

Sailing onward to final conflict...

Thor oerished by a venemous mouth,
as Ygdrassilis set ablaze.

Jahweh shall never come to be,
as long as Angurvadel is at my side.